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Where the ring of twilight gleams

Round the sanctuary wrought,

Whispers haunt me—in my dreams

We are one yet know it not.

Some for beauty follow long

Flying traces; some there be

Seek thee only for a song:

I to lose myself in thee.

KRISHNA

'I am Beauty itself among beautiful things.'

Bhagavad-Gita

The East was crowned with snow-cold bloom

And hung with veils of pearly fleece:

They died away into the gloom,

Vistas of peace—and deeper peace.

And earth and air and wave and fire

In awe and breathless silence stood;

For One who passed into their choir

Linked them in mystic brotherhood.

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